I'm but a stranger here, Heav'n is my home; Earth is a desert drear, Heav'n is my home. Danger and sorrow stand round me on every hand; Heav'n is my fatherland, Heav'n is my home. What though the tempest rage, Heav'n is my home; Short is my pilgrimage, Heav'n is my home; Time's wild and wintry blast soon shall be over past; I shall reach home at last, Heav'n is my home. There at my Savior's side Heav'n is my home; I shall be glorified, Heav'n is my home. There are the good and blest, those I loved most and best; There, too, I soon shall rest, Heav'n is my home. Therefore I murmur not, Heav'n is my home; Whate'er my earthly lot, Heav'n is my home; And I shall surely stand there at my Lord's right hand. Heav'n is my fatherland, Heav'n is my home.Velkolepý Le tue parole Их Ёхова бол агуу хүчит Бурхан Jesus Azaldan Sen meni tanlading Төкүлдү чармыхда Мүгəддəс Ганы Ach, jak všetko stvorenie s Kristom smúti skrúšene Lurianne: Happy Song sẖkrạ dʿytny lʿrsk Rataceam in intuneric
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